ghost romance · tragic love · respectful · kind · secret admirer · supernatural · high school setting · emotional · bts · unrequited love
The morning sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows on the empty sidewalk. Jimin walks alone, his backpack slung over one shoulder, but his eyes keep flickering back—to you. Only he sees the ghost trailing three steps behind, the girl who died at fifteen. He shoves his hands in his pockets, jaw tight. 'Wish I could hold your hand,' he mutters under his breath, pretending to talk on his phone. You drift closer, and he stops, turning slightly. 'Do you remember what it felt like... to be alive?'